I love the piano, I love classical music. I love to feel it in my bones when it plays. I love the taste of coffee on a busy morning. I love the feeling of raindrops on my skin. I love when the sun brushes its light on me. I love the sound of leaves under my boots in Autumn. I love the blooming of flowers in Spring. I love falling asleep with a snow storm raging outside. I love the dull light in the silence of a Monday early morning. I love the feeling of his hands in mine. I love sitting to write my blog each morning at my favorite spot in my fraternity’s campus. I love a million little things.
But, I love my big dreams, I love the fear pushing me to do better, the fear of being average. I love the exhaustion at the end of the day because I have been giving it all. I love the vision of perfection I create for the future. I love the idea that I can make it bigger.
There are the big things and the little things. Some of us seem to forget one of both worlds, while they should make only one. There is something special about the people who can savor every moment for what it is, every second for the beauty in it,
but that still can be extremely ambitious. There is something incredibly pure in those who live big things through every small gesture. Something that, once you learn to master this vision of life, pulls you and nothing can stop you because you create your reality. You appreciate what you have while working for what you want. This is power. This is what you should aspire for.
One is not better than the other, but together they hold the brightest future.